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Phoebe Cates’s other great ’80s teen sex comedy also

features Saw babe Betsy Russell, scream queen Brinke Stevens, and loads of sexy surprises.

If summertime 1982 served as cherry-popping Ground Zero for the decade’s teen sex comedy phenomenon—and seeing as it contained the premieres of Porky's, The Last American Virgin, and Fast Times at Ridgemont High, it did—then the subsequent swelter season’s Private School (1983) was the first direct fallout. And what a gloriously radiant after-effect it is.

To be sure, a spate of raunchy teen farces did rush into theaters during the ’82-’83 school year—among them: The Beach Girls, Homework, Joysticks, Losin’ It, Goin’ All the Way, My Tutor, Pink Motel, Spring Break, (the mighty) Screwballs, and (the also mighty) Zapped!

But Private School represented Hollywood’s first full-scale attempt to concoct an all-out teen sex comedy blockbuster, calculatedly combining familiar genre tropes (nerds, jocks, nudity-producing pranks, cross-dressing one’s way into the girls’ shower room, etc.), and then adding Phoebe Cates—the naked girl from Fast Times—up on top like a beautiful, brown-nippled bow.

Code Red DVD does right by the once-lost '80s teen sex classic Hot Moves!

L.A.'s UltraStar Studio plays host to art-damaged Third Reich ravishers!

IronBabe's Jackie Stevens steps in and strips down for Misty Mundae -- electrifyingly elongated-nipples-first!

And Return to Sleepaway Camp may herald a renaissance of weird, haunting, unsanitary sexual amusements from a quarter-century ago coming back to bite us in (the front of) the pants.

Click on Das Boobs for the (w)hole truth.

The Nudie, Kooky Teen Sex Comedy Private School Popped Into Theaters 25 Years Ago Today -- July 29, 1983

Whereas Fast Times at Ridgemont High is a thoughtful, ambitious coming-of-age comedy with heavy dramatic undercurrents, star Phoebe Cates’s follow-up, Private School, is anything but(t).

This one is pure raunch, and audiences reveled to it for the first time on this date in 1983.

Get more Private School, and Betsy Russell riding bare-front, after the jump.

They’re Making a Ca-rear of Evil

Amtrak passengers riding the rails in California on July 14 can count on seeing more than one kind of tunnel. In a tradition dating back to a 1979 bar bet, residents of Laguna were considerate enough to reveal their rumps to the trains as they went by throughout the day.

But according to the Telegraph, police had to shut down the town’s annual “Mooning Amtrak” event yesterday after it got out of control and the rowdy drunken crowd started to bare more than their backsides, which they apparently thought was some kind of problem.

While Mr. Skin and any other sane man would have appreciated the addition of rack-of-mam and furburger (but no sausages, please) to the butt steak and rump roast already on display in the trackside skin smorgasbord, it seems some people wouldn’t know a good thing if it bit them on the ass.

In honor of this rear-admirable tradition, check out these classic mooning scenes of Phoebe Cates and friends from Private School and Idina Menzel from Rent after the jump.